December 13, 1990

Sometimes, the heart swims in warming
Torrents of human good cheer.
So enlightened,
Filled to the brim of overflow,
It gags on a cascading smile – quite
Riddled in the pure delights of now.

Triggered by laughter and lemonade trophies,
The recline in observation is complete;
Diving in, one savours the flavour
Spontaneously scribed between souls.
Heads raised – we glimpse
Good wishes recorded in the chronicles of heaven.

January 15, 1990

I sit with friends
And talk; about Love, God and Politics.
But mostly about fears;
Our fears of inadequacy; of death; of money, testings, authority, good and evil.
I cannot blame anymore,
Fallacies and faults are as much my doing as others,
Especially if I remain inactive.
And so?
I gather, I organize, I distribute my thoughts.
For the era demands that each do what they can.
– Be strong. Laugh hard – for the weight is our own to ease.

August 23, 1989

She seeks…
Guidance through the Book;
Wisdom in the sky;
Refreshments from the twirly knob above the kitchen sink.
Then she waits…
Knowing the solution will be revealed,
For all God’s mechanistic creations
Come with instructions and home delivery.
Thus…
The only accessories one needs,
Is the serious, yet cool hard word from a disintegrating human being
Which she definitely qualifies as being.
And of course…
A bit of ‘umph’ from the gentleman Himself.
Then and only then is everything guaranteed to become
Hunky Dory.

Unfortunately…
It never quite works out that way.
The Creator, it would seem, has an admirable sense of humour;
Tossing someone else’s left overs into the solution stew,
Just when its about to be served.
Yet…
Even this complication does not phase her.
She rises up,
Takes it with a grain of sodium chloride replacement,
And knuckles down to a few more hours of bartering.

Such warmth… aahhh… drawn from the stills of Antarctic.
Such sweetness… oohhh… modeled on the taste of fermenting gall.
What could ‘top off’ such a script,
Rooted in a tangle of pain and unsatisfied expectations?
One thing I tell you… one thing… he said.
A silence, a withdrawal, an isolation ‘par excellence’.

June 1, 1989

Wondrous things, left in the back of their minds;
Gathering dust and cobwebs while grinding life’s cog.
Sad, that so few of them draw from the Spring.
Instead, they pretend to know,
Fixing things up very nicely, thank you very much!
Especially since they haven’t a clue
As to what’s going on
Or how to deal with situations.

Its true – we all grow up,
Expectations are laid down in concrete – a distraction for sure.
“Adult, ah ha… mature, maybe… therefore wise?”
The problem is we all assume wisdom comes with age.
No wonder society stumbles around in a coma most of the time.
Why don’t we allow people to learn from their mistakes,
Accrue wisdom before children,
And then assume they can make useful decisions.

If we don’t, I’m sure we’ll continue to await
With “baited breaths”
For guidance to spring forth from the foetuses of the world.
So sift through what you’ve heard – but carefully.
Be still, and grab the gems as they’re laid out by artisans.
And above all – avoid spending an eternity wondering
Why that initial “wisdom” offered from the crib
Was so useless…